Taking Flight

Flying off in a few hours. Just finished stuffing the suitcase with 2x rackets, 1x lens, 1x bag pack and many x pieces of stuff-i-think-i-need-but-probably-dont. Feeling somewhat sentimental. I've been leaving home every year for the past 3.5 years but its different this time. For one, theres no one to pick me up at the damn airport @##$! And I'm going to be living in a hotel for the first couple of days cause I dont have an apartment. My clothes are in Michigan. Oh, and I've got no friends. Bummer.

Starting over can be such a pain in the ass.

On the other hand, I'm going to start my First Job! Excited to say the least. I think I'll be one of those idealistic-go-getting-irritant-noob for the first couple of months. After that, I'll morph into idealistic-go-getting-irritant. Yes. Sounds like a plan. Think I'll stick to it. Maybe I'll change something. Something important. I'll settle for The World.

I'm taking flight. Its time.